Tuesday, November 21, 2023

Frosted and Then Some

On a cold morning in November, there is hoarfrost and plain old frost. There is ice. There is snow, and there is lovely granular hail punctuating the equation. The view from the fence is wonderful when all the white stuff comes together, but this time around, the scene was breathtaking. It was enough to stop an old hen right in her tracks, and it did.

I stood there wide eyed until my fingers started to tingle, and I had to get moving or turn into an icicle myself. In the light of everything going on in the world, I am heartsick, and this is where I needed to be. How can we be doing this to each other? 

That dazzling blue . . . Sky, clouds, fields and trees, all are rendered in exquisite shades of blue, and when the sun touches them, they sparkle like a dragon's hoard. A dragon's hoard composed only of blue stones that is: topaz, sapphire, tourmaline, turquoise, tanzanite, labradorite and lapis lazuli, amethyst too.

When I come here, I let the wind and the light and the stillness enfold me, and I just breathe in and out for a while. The place is an old friend, and it quiets a weary, aching heart. It is magical in every season, but particularly in winter.

There, I actually said the word, WINTER. 


Suzanne said...

Dazzling sight
Dazzling prose
Dazzling light

Barbara Rogers said...

Deepest gratitude for the sights you capture and share, and your always inspiring words.